She was in love with the lake.
With the murky waters and spiralling dust lit up like stars in the sickly sunbeams.
With dark fish that darted around her, curious and quick to slip away.
With the plants that rippled their fronds slowly in the still waters.
With the dark figure that dwelled below and traded her stories of a lost world for her own of the sunlit lands above.
Who kissed her, mindful of their sharp teeth, and cradled her face gently with clawed hands.
I'm setting this as a writing challenge to myself, but y'all are welcome to join in if you like. 27 prompts. Use them for flash fiction, microfiction, or whatever else you feel like. And have fun!
Plain text version of the prompts list is available here: https://wordsmith.social/invaderxan/27-days-27-stories
a mayfly may
in its day
live more than the sum of its hours
though in that way
im sure it prays
in feverish endeavors
in dreams of play
or longing to stay
never knowing it was cheated
for what mayfly would say
with only a day
that any life was different
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sold a short story to a publisher
minutes are plankton
new stories I write
young whales
years pass as they grow large,
intricate and unique
swimming the open oceans
of internet, paper or speech
eventually
some are seen
by whalers in the sea
who don't bear
the cost of time
but see themselves
fit to judge
they care her flesh is meaty
her spirit indomitable
when last she's close
they sharpen spears
then thrust...
Lich by day; writing in between the code
I love #poetry and vivid expressions of wonder